The Distant Metropolis

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The locket in Elias Vane’s pocket was no longer silver. It had turned to a dense, pulsing black, like a coal that had forgotten how to cool. He stood in the cramped office of the Ashworth Mill, the steam from the boilers hissing through the gaps in the floorboards, and watched the metal fuse into a shapeless, breathing mass against his waistcoat. Forty years of service to the company, and this...

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